New Goal Required

I need a new goal.

5km tonight and I’m concerned I’m falling back into the old pattern of just doing barely enough each day and no more.

I have been eating too many Portuguese treats. One of the men at the service station I frequent tried to hide my change on me when I was buying tarts tonight. It was bizarre. He was laughing hysterically at me. I did not get the joke. I ran past the shop tonight and gave him dirtiest stare I could muster and almost tripped up over a speed ramp whilst doing it.

I want to get back to Northern Ireland. I’ve been out here on my own for three months and I need some company. Even poisonous loners can’t spend the entirety of their lives alone.

I will shoot for 200 miles this month as a minimum. I’m almost at 100 which easily beats last December’s effort. It’s just a shame that I let the dog from last week hurt my efforts somewhat. Ever since then I’ve been working for about 16 hours a day which isn’t too bad I guess but I’m very unhealthy at the minute.

I go to the local supermarket every day and instead of buying shit for a stir-fry I just buy bags of cheese, Pot Noodles and hot sauce and stick them all in one Sad Cup Of Defeat. It’s delicious but I can feel my arteries closing over slowly like the UK’s Border. Last week I put an entire bottle of Tabasco sauce in one fucking Pot Noodle. The vinegar fumes almost made me sick in the container. It was unbearable but after an adjustment period I managed to eat all of it and now my arse hasn’t been the same ever since.

I wish eating vegetables came naturally to me. I used to consider their consumption treason but now I’d give anything for an addiction to green shit that isn’t weed.